We sit in silence to grasp at the unknown, to touch love, to become that which breeds life.Â
There is something deep within our natures. A guiding light if you will. A voice that always speaks of goodness. A voice that is always moving us towards more love, towards more life.
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The sun has its role of providing
light, the clouds are decked with
gorgeousness. The grass blade is
worthy of the great world where it
grows. Bees sip honey from
flowers and hum their thanks when
they leave. Be still, my heart, these
great trees are prayers. The dust
receives insult and in return offers
her flowers. The roots below the
earth claim no rewards for making
the branches beautiful. By plucking
her petals one cannot gather the
beauty of the flowers. Let my
service be the service of the
leaves in its shade of humble
devotion.